Maea
give me shelter, or show me heart
A stillness so complete that water no longer rippled around her body settled over her as Maea considered that angle. It wasn't as though she'd never thought about it - to just present a flower to Flora for the sake of visiting the region whenever she damn well pleased, then walk away - but she hadn't quite gotten to the point where she really considered doing it. Now, though...
Liam wanted her to stay.
The hint of a smile teased the corner of her mouth. She made an attempt at suppressing it, yet no matter her efforts it kept returning. A little sheepish, a little shy; altogether happy. She'd almost forgotten this feeling. How sweet it was, how it brought on a different kind of weakness, like she might cry. To be wanted, even just a bit. Even if it was in a friendly capacity, to work towards a common goal. How could she say no?
"In that case... sure. I'll stay." It was that easy, huh? Just a single word. Just a simple 'yes', and her whole world shifted. No longer vagabond. No longer a nomad on a quest for fertile soil to plant her roots. Just like that Maea Valair had a home again, and a friend to share it with. Another little laugh spilled from her, breathless and decidedly moist; she looked away, embarrassed to show her tears when they were so unfounded, so completely opposite of what she really felt.
Liam wanted her to stay.
The hint of a smile teased the corner of her mouth. She made an attempt at suppressing it, yet no matter her efforts it kept returning. A little sheepish, a little shy; altogether happy. She'd almost forgotten this feeling. How sweet it was, how it brought on a different kind of weakness, like she might cry. To be wanted, even just a bit. Even if it was in a friendly capacity, to work towards a common goal. How could she say no?
"In that case... sure. I'll stay." It was that easy, huh? Just a single word. Just a simple 'yes', and her whole world shifted. No longer vagabond. No longer a nomad on a quest for fertile soil to plant her roots. Just like that Maea Valair had a home again, and a friend to share it with. Another little laugh spilled from her, breathless and decidedly moist; she looked away, embarrassed to show her tears when they were so unfounded, so completely opposite of what she really felt.
watch me fall apart
and I'll be yours to keep
and I'll be yours to keep
